in winter.
Touch with fingertip anticipation.
Sphere. Cool. Alive!
Like this planet of oceans.
Its scent drawn from
blossoms in the grove
of tropical elation.
Sight without even seeing
its bright sun.
shining on Jupiter.
O taste. I tear and pull
with lust of lips
and tooth dripping.
Sound waves heard as it
gives up its riches.
to tongue and crush.
Do you care to share
this winter morning treat
by tangerine?
ak 1/11/04
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